Dear Chen Jiu

It was snowing heavily outside the window.

Although sanitation workers cleaned the road in time, it was still difficult for vehicles to move on the road near the suburbs.

"Boy, this road is not easy to drive, don't rush."

Rushing to the hospital at night in bad weather, even though I was calm on the surface, the driver still kindly reminded me.

"Find a convenient place to park nearby. I'll just walk over."

In winter in Jiangzhou, the wind is biting and the snow is heavy.

Stepping into the snow, the sound of creaking footsteps is distracting.

After walking for a while, I started running like crazy.

As soon as I entered the hospital gate, I bumped into my uncle's nurse, who seemed to be waiting for me here specially.

For no reason, there was a sudden sharp pain in my heart, I slowed down a beat, and quickly followed after I reacted.

When the elevator was about to reach the corresponding floor, the nurse suddenly turned around and looked at me, hesitating to speak.

I simply opened my mouth to break the silence, "He, how is it now?"

"Mr. Yu has been in poor condition recently, and has repeated fevers.

In the early hours of yesterday morning, he was sent to the intensive care unit, where he was in a semi-comatose state.

I didn't regain consciousness until after five o'clock in the afternoon, and the doctor said..."

He didn't finish the rest.

After getting out of the elevator door and quickening my pace, I saw Teacher Mo outside the ward.

She has come to the hospital so many times, she always staggered the time when I was there, but now she is standing here aboveboard, she looks up at me, what a pair of beautiful eyes, but at this moment there is a calmness like death.

Ignoring that look, I stretched out my hand and opened the door in front of me.

Even though he has been tortured by chemotherapy since his illness, my uncle, who is always strong in front of me, is now pale and weak lying on the hospital bed, covered with all kinds of panic-stricken instruments.

He opened his eyes only when he heard the movement, and raised his hand slightly in my direction.

"Mrs. Gu, he has something to say to Xiaozong alone."

It was only then that I noticed that there was another person in the ward that I hadn't seen for a long time, Uncle Shen, the loyal driver when my uncle was in office, he was actually there.

Hearing that my mother looked up at me with a haggard look.

I nodded at her, signaling her to rest assured.

After I knew my background, I never appeared in my uncle's ward again.

There was shock, there was confusion... In the end, I was cowardly and chose to escape.

Even if I know that avoidance is never the way to solve the problem.

I opened my mouth and tried to make a sound from my throat, but the word 'uncle' suddenly stuck in my throat.

He beckoned me to come closer.

"I..." I lowered my head and tried to organize my words, "I've been busy with work recently, so I didn't come to see you, sorry."

Looking for the lameest excuse, I walked up to him in a few steps, and he said with difficulty, "It's okay, work is important."

Why has it only been half a month since I saw him, and he has become sick like this.

My eyes were sore from the messy instruments in front of me.

"Xiao Zong, is it snowing outside?"

"Well, the snow is heavy," I thought for a while, and described it to him, "It's like... like the cotton candy I ate when I was a child."

Hearing what I said, my uncle suddenly laughed, and I looked at him inexplicably.

"When you were eight years old, there was a heavy snowfall in Qingjiang," he said as if lost in a long memory, "at that time, the snow almost covered the calf.

You built a row of snowmen in the yard, and you insisted on asking your aunts to move you into the house when it got dark.

You also said at the time that snow is like cotton candy. "

In fact, I can't remember it clearly at all. I don't even understand why he can remember such a small thing for so long, but he still nods in agreement.

I lied to my uncle that I remembered.

"Xiao Zong," he stretched out his hand towards me, "You seem to have lost weight, no matter how busy you are at work, you must pay attention to your body."

I ran all the way, so I was hot all over.

When I held my uncle's hand, I was startled by the temperature of his palm.

Why are the air conditioners in hospitals just for decoration?

"I'm just a younger sister like your mother. Her parents died early. She suffered a lot with my brother... Fortunately, I met your father later. You should not always make her angry in the future, and be more filial to your parents."

My uncle, who has always been strong, is now lying weak in front of my eyes.

As long as he wants me to be the child of the Gu family, he only chooses to ask me as an 'uncle'.

"I certainly will."

Hearing my promise, his hand relaxed slightly, "And you."

He swallowed his throat, as if with some difficulty, "When we get married in the future, we need to find someone I like.

Be there for each other like your parents did. "

After a moment of silence, I shook my head, even at this moment, I still don't want to lie about this, "I probably, can't get married.

But I will strive to be with the person I like. "

Tears rolled down without warning at that moment, dripping onto the back of his hand.

He froze for a moment, grabbed my hand tightly, "Okay, don't cry, don't get married.

No matter what other people think, what you like...is the best. "

I never thought that he would let go so easily. Five years ago, between me and Chen Jiu...he cut off the smack with his own hands.

Seeing that his physical strength is gradually declining, he always closes his eyes when he is talking.

"Uncle, take a good rest first, and everything will be fine."

I don't want him to waste any more energy, he looks really tired.

He shook his head, "I, went the wrong way, and deserved it."

My throat is dry and I can no longer speak.

"Xiao Zong," he closed his eyes, this time the rest was a little longer, when I wanted to pull out my hand to call the doctor, he said, "I'm sorry."

The voice became weaker and weaker, and it was almost inaudible at the end. I just held him tightly with my backhand.

What is he sorry for me?Sorry for bringing me into this world?But living is good, he has tried his best to give me a good and healthy growth environment.

Whether as an uncle, or as the biological father that I have been unable to admit during this period of time, this sorry is too heavy.

"I did a match at the hospital, and if I have a chance, I'll be fine.

You hold on a little longer. "

I said incoherently.

I am in awe of life.

Even though I was at a loss, I still chose to go to the hospital for a match on the second day after I found out about my life experience.

Tomorrow should be the day to get the results.

The instrument on the table suddenly started to ring...

Someone opened the door and walked in. I don't know who pushed me out of the ward. In the empty corridor of the hospital, I seemed to be the only one left.

Doctors kept coming in and out, and I stood there numbly...

a long time…

Until there was a long beep in the ward, breaking the silence before daylight.

I know that a new day is coming.